by Desiree Holt
Danny came up behind them. “I’ll take care of the lady and see she gets to the door,” he told Ben. “You come back to this area and you’ll never get out of here.”
“Thanks, Danny.” He kissed Grace lightly on the lips. “See you in five.”
“This way,” Danny said, ushering Grace away from all the activity to a chair by the rear door Ben always used. “You know, I never thought I’d see Ben let any female put a rope on him.”
“Oh, no,” Grace protested. “You’ve got it all wrong. Ben and I are just…enjoying ourselves while he’s here in San Antonio. That’s all.”
Danny studied her face. “Yeah, you can say that if you want to, but I’ve known Ben too long. This is more than buckle bunny bingo to him.” He paused as if searching for the right words. “Ben’s a lot of man for a woman to handle, you know?”
A tiny frisson of panic danced over Grace’s skin. How much did Danny know about Ben’s sex life? About his sexual preferences? Was that what he was referring to? Then she mentally shook her head. No, Ben would never discuss intimate details like that with anyone. That much she was sure of. No. This was just an acknowledgement of the alpha male that Ben obviously was.
Grace smiled. “I know. And we’re good, Danny. Thanks.”
“No problem.” He turned as the sound of boot heels approached. “And here’s the man now.”
Grace stood up as Ben walked over to her, holding out his hands.
“Thanks,” he told Danny. “See you Sunday.”
“You won’t be here tomorrow?” Grace asked him as they headed toward his truck.
“Nope.” He opened the passenger door for her. “I don’t compete again until the last night. That’s when the finals are for each event and the prize money and points are awarded.”
“So what will you do until then?” she asked as he climbed into the cab of the truck beside her.
He looked over at her and gave her a heated smile. “I’m hoping you’ll help me pass the time.”
Did he mean for her to stay with him until then? Could she do it? Leave herself with no space to retreat if she needed to?
Ben picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Don’t overthink it, Grace. Just go with it. I know it’s a stretch for you not to run back to your house every night. I’d tell you okay, take me with you, but that’s a boundary we don’t seem able to cross. You want to keep things separate? Okay. But Monday I’ll be gone, so let’s not waste any time between now and then.”
Gone? Her stomach pitched and she swallowed hard.
Well, stupid, isn’t that what you want? Just some kind of interlude with no strings? An erotic journey that you know has an end? A time when you can go back to being controlled, organized Grace? So what’s the harm in staying with him until then? Monday you can walk once again into your life. Just like you want.
Right?
“Grace?” His voice broke into her thoughts. “You’re making me a little nervous here.”
She let out a slow breath. “Of course, I’ll stay with you. Besides, we have to celebrate your big night.”
He laughed, a deep warm sound. “I’m hoping Sunday night we’ll have even more to celebrate.” He kissed her hand again. “Okay, darlin’. I can’t wait to get to the party. Tonight’s all about pleasure, Grace. Of every kind.”
* * * *
They barely exchanged a word riding up in the elevator. The sexual heat between them, the sense of anticipation, filled the small space completely. Grace was sure if they touched each other, the elevator car would spontaneously combust and there were two other couples occupying the space with them.
When they reached Ben’s floor, one of the couples also got off, so Grace and Ben walked as sedately to his suite as they could. She swallowed a grin as he fumbled with the lock, needing three tries to get the key card to finally work.
But, once inside, he slammed the door shut and pushed her up against it with his body. His mouth on hers was hot and greedy, his hunger for her evident in way he tasted her lips then swept his tongue inside to drink from her as if he’d never have a taste again. He anchored her head with his lean fingers thrust through her hair, and he tilted her to give him better access. His thrust his tongue everywhere, igniting nerves in the sensitive skin and currents of electricity shooting straight to her pussy.
Grace pressed her hands against his back, feeling the hard muscle there, the honed body of a man who’d been doing what he did for a long time. The heat of his skin radiated through the smooth fabric of his shirt, scorching her hands and raising her own body heat even more. The thick, hard ridge of his cock pressed against the softness of her belly, the denim of his pants doing little to restrain it. Her panties, already wet, became soaked with a new flood of moisture and her nipples were as hard as diamonds, aching for the feel of his hands and his mouth.
Impatiently, Ben pulled up her blouse and tank top and shoved her bra out of the way. He pinched and tugged at her throbbing nipples, squeezing them until she moaned with the pleasure of it. In a hurry now, he pushed her jeans, and her panties along with them, down to her ankles. Somehow they disposed of her boots while Ben unzipped his fly, freeing his cock, then scrabbled in his wallet for a condom.
Cupping the cheeks of her ass, he hoisted her to the right level, drew back slightly and plunged into her, seating himself with one hard thrust. Grace felt as if every empty space in her body was filled to capacity. Pleasure speared through her, pulses throbbed and the muscles of her pussy gripped Ben’s penis like a vise.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, shocking herself as the words popped from her mouth. But the excitement of the backstage area of the rodeo, the mingled aromas of sweat and animal flesh, the thrill of danger all combined to drive her into a high state of arousal.
“You bet I’ll fuck you,” Ben breathed in her ear. “I’ll ride you like one of those wild bulls, only you won’t be able to buck me off. Come on, Grace, ride with me.”
He pulled back slightly then thrust again, setting a hard rhythm with his hips. With every push he drove deeper, harder and Grace could do nothing but hang on for dear life. Her orgasm rose and broke over her with no warning, shaking her like a leaf tossed in the wind. She was mindless, convulsing, impaled on the hard thickness of his shaft, her spasms milking him as he emptied himself with great spurts into the thin shield of the latex.
“Jesus, Grace.” Ben leaned his forehead against hers. “What the hell just happened?”
Grace struggled for enough breath to speak. “I think you… We… I mean…”
“You mean I fucked your brains out? Darlin’, I’d call that a world-class explosion.” He dragged air into his lungs. “I don’t know how the hell we’re still breathing.” He lowered her gently to her feet and scattered kisses on her face.
“I think it was the night,” she whispered, her heart still hammering. “All that testosterone, all that male action. And those magnificent animals.”
His grin was shaky. “Do you include me in those magnificent animals?”
She smiled at him in turn. “Without a doubt.”
“I think we need to get rid of the rest of these clothes,” he told her, as he proceeded to do just that. When they were completely naked, he took her hand and led her toward the bathroom. “Shower. I can’t believe you didn’t smack me and make me wash off all that sweat and animal smell first.”
She laughed, a soft sound. “I think it was an aphrodisiac, if you want the plain, unvarnished truth. I can’t believe what came over me.” Warmth crept up her face. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“I think the list of those things is growing, isn’t it?”
They were in the bathroom now, Ben disposing of the condom while pulling a fresh one out of the vanity drawer and turning on the shower heads. It suddenly occurred to Grace how badly she needed a shower—perspiration coating her skin and the liquid of her arousal glistened on her thighs.
Ben adjusted the spray to his satisfaction then led Grac
e inside, reaching for the soap and handing it to her. “Wash me, Grace. Soap me all over.”
She raised her eyes to his face, the look the same as the one he’d worn the night before when he’d begun her introduction into the roles of Dominant/submissive. Hot, hard, avaricious. Greedy, as if he’d devour her any moment. And caring, as if she were a precious gem.
Conflicting emotions battled one another inside her shaky body, but refusing him didn’t even enter her head. What startled her was how turned on she was by the whole idea. Who was she turning into?
She held out a hand for the soap, worked up a lather in her palms and applied the suds in a circular motion. She reached up to work her way across to his shoulders and down his granite-hard arms. When she smoothed her hands across his chest, she paused to tease his flat nipples and rake her fingernails across the surrounding areolas. Ben sucked in his breath, tightening the muscles in his stomach.
“Lower,” he commanded.
Grace swept her hands down over his navel and the taut muscles of his abdomen until she reached his cock, already swollen and pulsing again in readiness.
“Stroke it.” His voice was harsh with need. “Take it in your hands and rub it up and down. Let me feel you do it.”
Grace’s hands were slick as she obeyed, stroking his cock from root to tip and back again, rubbing her soap-covered thumb across the velvety head.
“Now, my balls,” Ben told her, wrapping his fingers lightly around her wrist, moving her hand downward as he widened his stance.
Grace knelt in front of him and massaged the soap into the lightly haired skin, feeling the hardness of his testicles rolling beneath her fingertips. He jerked slightly as she increased the pressure and she brushed her hand against the inside of his thigh.
“That’s enough.” He pulled her hand away, his voice thickening with desire. “Now, my legs.”
She soaped his thighs and calves with meticulous care, circling his ankles and sweeping down to his feet. When she’d finished, Ben reached down and lifted her to her feet.
“Now, the back,” he told her.
She wet the soap and worked the rich lather, again standing on tiptoe to reach his shoulders and massage the bubbles into the ropes of muscles. She danced her fingers down his spine, swept across his waist and over the tight cheeks of his ass. She paused uncertainly at the top of the cleft but Ben reached behind him, grabbed her wrists and pushed downward.
She dropped to her knees again and applied herself to the back of his legs with the same meticulous care she’d applied to the front of them. When she finished, she stood and would have replaced the soap in the inset holder, but Ben stopped her with a command delivered in a hoarse voice.
“Now, you can wash the crack of my ass. Take care with it, Grace. Pull the cheeks apart and get it all.”
His ass?
Fear and desire began their familiar battle inside her, but desire was much, much stronger. Using the fingers of one hand, she separated the taut cheeks. Her pussy clenched as she took in the cleft from top to bottom, resting her gaze for long moments on the tight ring of his anus. Breathing heavily, she rubbed soap into every inch of the skin, running her fingertip over the dark opening, boldly scraping it with her fingernail.
Ben’s whole body clenched at that last action and she jerked her hand away.
“No.” He tone was rough, uneven. “Don’t. Soap up your finger real good and push inside.”
Grace hesitated. Like so many other things she’d done with Ben, this was uncharted territory. She’d read about it once in one of her stories but never, ever done this.
Who would I have done it with, anyway?
She and Joe had been so young and unsophisticated, barely learning their way around their sexual activity. And the thought of doing it with the few men she’d dated over the years had disgusted her. Yet, with Ben, it beckoned like the most forbidden temptation.
She created as much lather on her fingers as she could, pulled the cheeks of his ass apart again and pressed the tip of one finger to the tight sphincter muscle.
“More,” Ben commanded hoarsely. “Push, Grace.”
Once past the opening, she was able to work her finger in easily, the dark tunnel tight and hot as it clenched around her touch. Tiny spasms rocketed through her pussy and every pulse in her body vibrated.
“That’s it, Grace. Fuck my asshole. Use two fingers. Do it.”
She slid another finger in beside the first and moved them in and out in a steady rhythm. From her position on her knees, she had a direct view of Ben’s asshole and the movement of her fingers. She could also see the heavy sac with his testicles hanging below his buttocks. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was getting. Impulsively, she moved her other hand from his buttocks and reached between his thighs to cup and squeeze his balls.
Ben’s breath whistled between his teeth. “Jesus, Grace.” He jerked away from her. “Enough. You’ll make me come.”
And, suddenly, that seemed very important to her. “Please,” she begged. “I want to do this for you.”
He turned around and stared down at her, supplicant on her knees before him, the fine mist spraying down on her. The look in his eyes was indefinable, but she wasn’t afraid.
A muscle twitched in his cheek. Then he curved his lips in a soft grin. “A good sub always wants to give her Master pleasure. Go for it, Grace. Finger-fuck my ass. Make me come in your hand.”
Grace shuffled around on her knees, poured soap into both hands again, slipped two fingers of one into the now loosened muscles of his anus and gripped his cock with the other. Blowing out a soft breath, she moved her hands in a coordinated rhythm, in and out of that heated passage, up and down on the thick shaft. She stared at his cock, totally absorbed in what she was doing, forcing herself to ignore the convulsive movements of her vaginal muscles demanding something to fill that needy channel.
It seemed to take only seconds before Ben’s body tightened, tensed, his cock hardened even more in her hand and the thick semen began to spill over her hand. She moved her fingers in and out of his ass harder and faster, scraping the inner walls with her fingernails with each movement.
“Damn, damn, damn.” Ben leaned forward, bracing his hands on the shower wall as his cock jerked and his hips thrust.
It felt like forever to Grace before the thick liquid stopped spurting and Ben’s large body relaxed. Finally, she released her hold on his shaft, slipped her fingers from his rectum and soaped and rinsed her hands.
Ben turned, lifted her until she was on her tiptoes and kissed her with the same intensity as when they’d first entered the suite. She was gasping when he finally released her.
“Just as soon as I get my breath back, darlin’, I’m going to return the favor.”
Grace trembled in anticipation, all the more so because she realized a hidden dark side of herself was unfolding and she was actually reveling in it.
Ben had soaped her all over then had her stand with one foot on the built-in seat while he shaved off the fuzz that had grown on her pussy in the past few days. It was all she could do control herself as he eased her labia apart with his fingers and brushed against her sensitive clit.
Once they were rinsed, he turned off the shower, dried them both and carried her to the bed.
Rather than champagne—“We’ve done the fine vintage deal,” Ben joked—he ordered Lone Star beer from room service, the bottles arriving nestled in a large bucket of crushed ice. As soon as the waiter left, Ben brought the beer into the bedroom and set it on the nightstand. Once again, he cuffed her wrists to the bed, spread her legs wide and tied her ankles loosely. She squealed as Ben dribbled ice cold drops of the beer on her breasts and proceeded to lick them off.
“Like that, darlin’? I think you’ll like what I’m gonna do next even better.”
He held the bottle to her lips so she could drink, then set it on the nightstand. From the bottom drawer, he brought out a slim leather case, about an inch and a half thick.
He sat beside her on the bed as he opened the case and removed its contents.
“Bought this the other day. I’ve been dying to use it.”
Her eyes widened as he held up a vibrator made of firm purple plastic, the rounded end ridged. She wasn’t sure, but she thought it was even bigger than Ben’s magnificent cock.
Ben turned the control on the bottom and a low hum filled the air. A slow grin spread over his face.
“I want to drive you crazy with this,” he said, his gaze hot. “Bring you to the edge again and again, until you scream for me to let you come.” He leaned close to her. “Would you like that, Grace? For your orgasm to be totally under my control?”
That dark thrill slithered through her again and her pussy muscles flexed at the thought.
Ben traced the line of her slit with a fingertip. “Ah, my girl is getting wet at that thought. I think the role of the submissive suits you. We’ll have to see just how far we can push this.”
A tiny frisson of panic raced over her. Ben must have seen it in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, Grace.” He continued stroking her slit as he talked. “Just here, in these rooms. Just between us.” He grinned. “But you never know what might turn you on. Get you hot. Arouse you. Shall I tell you a few things?”
“As long as you don’t stop touching me,” she gasped.She wanted to shout at him to slide his fingers inside her, fuck her with them in his expert way but she knew the show was his. And that turned her on even more.
“I’m going to buy you some nipple rings, Grace, and put them on after I pull and tug on those luscious buds until they’re ripe with color and aching to be used. Then I’m going to slip a tiny vibrator into that delicious pussy of yours. Do you know they make them with remote controls?”
“R-remote controls?” she stammered, trying to catch her breath as he circled her clit with the tip of one finger again and again.
“Uh-huh.” He pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger.
Shafts of heat speared through her and moisture dripped from her pussy.